Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2001 23:47:06
From: Bill Drake
Subject: Team Reward Part 5
Team Reward, pt. 5 (m/t)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual
material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read
no further. The fiction depicts unsafe sex practices. It's fantasy. In
real life, wear a rubber.
Thanks, guys, for all the encouraging emails on this one. Comments to
billdrake@hotmail.com. Let me know what gets you off. For more of my
stories, see the Authors section of the Nifty Archive. Meanwhile, stroke
away...
*******
Team Reward
ch. 5
The construction of the steamroom for the Jackson High football team began
right away. Jack Forrester, the realtor, had a contractor friend who said
he'd be willing to give it number one priority and would have it finished
within a week and a half. In the meantime, the fellows were to use the
guest locker room instead.
It was after a Wednesday practice when Larry Warren slipped on his
jockstrap after showering and walked over to the other lockerroom to see
how the progress was going. He was excited about the steam room and
enjoyed checking in to see what had been done.
When he entered the other room, four construction men were busy at work
tiling the steam room. One of the men was in his mid-20s, with curly brown
hair, about 6' with a firm body. One, a shorter man in his 40s was built
real big, with a barrel chest that filled his white T-shirt quite
nicely. The third was a medium-tall black stud whose powerful legs packed
tightly into his worn jeans. The fourth was another man in his 20s, this
one with jet black hair, green-gray eyes, huge biceps and Italian good
looks.
Larry stood a moment in awe of these specimens of stacked muscle, until the
oldest man looked up and asked, "Anything you need, bud?"
"Nah," the halfback answered. The heat was turned off in the room, and he
felt the cool air make his nipples harden into pointy tips and goosebumps
spread across his smooth flesh. "Sorry to bother you guys, I just wanted to
take a look at what's been done."
"No problem, kid," the man replied, standing up from the tile area and
leaving the other three men to the grouting job. "Let me show you what
we've been doing."
"Don't want to bother you," Larry replied. His cock stirred slightly in his
jockpouch seeing the thick, beefy body packed tight into his clothes.
"Nonsense. Could use a break anyway. Name's Hal..." He extended his hand to
Larry, who could feel the firm, masculine power in the clasp of the
handshake.
"Larry," the halfback croaked out through the lust that choked his throat
all of a sudden. God this hunk was just his ideal: thick, corded muscles
flexed underneath the T-shirt, which was so tight Larry could see Hal's
quarter-sized nipples as if he were nude.
"On the team, are you?"
"Yes, sir."
"What position you play?"
"Halfback."
"I can tell you got the build for it. Sometimes in high school, they put
guys out there who don't have enough muscle for the job. Looks like you've
put hard work into your body."
"Thanks, sir, I try to keep the mass on."
"My son plays on the team, ya know. Center."
"You mean Tony?"
"Yeah, that's my boy. Just a sophomore, but I think he's gonna be a great
athlete."
The two men stood facing each other in a brief minute, saying
nothing. Finally, Hal spoke, "Follow me and I'll show you what we've
completed."
****
"White!" Coach Williams yelled from his office.
Mike White had just undressed and was starting to head to the
shower. "Yeah, coach?" he yelled across the locker room.
"In my office! Now!" Palmer barked before stepping back in through his
door.
Mike threw his towel over his shoulder and sauntered across the room. The
running back was excited. He knew Coach's dick would be real hard, as it
always was when he called Mike into his office after practice. He could
already taste that thick cock, feel those balls swollen with coach
cum. Mike's dick sprang into a boner as he walked toward Coach's office.
As he entered he found another man in there with Coach. He was older,
mid-40s probably, and in every way, the man was big, with a tall, wide
frame and nice, beefy muscles all over. They made his polo shirt bulge out
and the thick biceps strained the sleeves. He wore khaki trousers that
barely stretched over the bulging quads.
Mike found himself staring at this hunk and trying to will his dick into a
softer state at the same time. It was an impossible task.
"Mark, meet Brian Pierson, Coach from State. He's going to high schools
recruiting for their team. He's told me the university is interested in
giving you a scholarship."
Mark didn't know what to say. He knew he should be excited at the potential
offer of college money and a place on the team, but all he could do was
take in the sight before him.
The two men shook hands. Those hands were big, with powerful fat fingers
that grasped Mike's palm. Mike's hardon throbbed as his eyes were lost in
the sight before him, the massive chest, the cords of muscle in the arms,
the square jaw and powerful face, those steel blue eyes.
"Please to meet you sir," the young man croaked from his horny reverie.
"I'm glad to meet you too, son," the coach replied. "Been watching you play
the last couple of games. You're a great athlete."
Brian patted Mike on the shoulder The young athlete could feel the hot
touch of Pierson' hand on his shoulder and his dick started to leak a
little. "Thanks, sir. It would be great to be playing at State next year."
"I told Coach I wanted to get a better look at ya. See how your development
is coming along."
"Okay, sir," Mike answered, unsure of what Pierson meant.
The coach reached out and began feeling along Mike's naked
chest. Immediately the nipples sprang to attention as the thick, callused
fingers brushed against the sensative skin. His exploration continued down
Mike's side and around to his back.
"Nice definition kid," Mr. Pierson said, almost under his breath. He'd
stepped up closer to the young jock and now the athlete's hardon was
dripping down onto the older man's khakis.
The coach noticed and with one hand grabbed the athlete's cock. Gently, he
jacked the beads of precum into the firm shaft. His knuckled glistened as
he massaged Mike's dick into an even harder state - the eight inches began
to twitch with excitement.
Suddenly, Pierson removed his hand. "Turn around," he commanded. He sat
down on a stool and spread his legs as he pulled Mike's naked form back
close to his fully clothed body. His hands resumed exploring the thick
muscles of Mike's back
As Mike faced away, he saw Coach Williams pull out his hard cock and begin
leisurely masturbating it. He stared intently at that familiar piece of
mandick until the voice in his ear brought him back to reality.
"Yeah, nice lats. But remember, son, you're not gonna rest til I've put
twenty more pounds of muscle on ya during the first season. Fuck, all my
players come in with good builds - but it takes more than good to play ball
in college." The coach's fingers were now applying more pressure to Mike's
delts, squeezing them hard with each passing over. Mike's cock ached he was
so horny now.
"Yeah, guy," the older man continued, "I'll have you working your ass off
this next year... Coach, pass me the bottle." Coach Williams reached into
his desk for a bottle of lube and tossed it to Pierson. He unsnapped the
lid and poured a generous stream of the cool liquid right down the center
of Mike White's crack. The athlete's hunky body shivered as he felt the
coldness trickle down between his asscheeks. Instinctively, he flexed his
buns and tighted them up to try to heat up the lube coating his shithole.
Just as he was squeezing the fluid between his glutes, however, Brian
reached down and pushed his powerful hand between the tight muscles,
spreading them apart as his hand began a rigorous exploration of the valley
of luscious jock ass.
"Play baseball too, dontcha White?"
One of the coach's huge digits poked its way into Mike's sphincter.
He let out a hiss. "Yessir." Williams flogged harder on his erect cock,
obviously appreciating the sight before him.
"We'll see what we can do about your dual training then." His finger probed
deeper. To Mike it felt marvelous, like a miniature cock prodding his
insides. "Remember that football will be your priority. " Again, with a
jabbing, corkscrew motion, the finger roughly probed.
"Yessir" Mike answered as his legs spread apart to give the coach better
access to his hole.
"Besides," the man withdrew his index finger, then continued as he slipped
in his middle finger, which was even fatter and thicker and roughly
loosened up the athlete's tight ring with his deliberate ass-exploration,
"the football players have the bigger dicks. I can tell that this ass of
yours needs them big and wide. Am I right, White?"
He now pushed in two digits, making Mike's ass buck up involuntarily and
his cock drool harder.
"Fuck yeah, sir."
"'Fuck yeah' you like that or 'fuck yeah' you need big, oversized cock up
this hole?"
"Both, sir."
"Thought so. Don't get me wrong. I got nothing against the baseball
jocks. They all got nice, meaty bods. Thick necks, big pecs, and a bit of a
beer belly from letting them selves go off season. Fuck, maybe I'll let you
get a little padding around the waist. Give me a little something more to
hold onto while I'm fucking your guts out. "
"Sounds hot, sir. I definitely want to get big."
"Bet you like my big biceps, don't ya?" With a shoving motion, coach added
a third finger up Mike's hole and was jabbing all three in and out. Mike
turned his head to watch as the coach's thick arm muscles curled up in
volume with each finger fuck.
"Oh Christ!" he mumbled. The athlete's dick was rockhard now and his
asshole throbbed in pace with his prick.
"Oooh boy, you're getting that ass real tight on me now." The Coach began a
more regular rhythm with his hand. Using his thumb as a pivot, he slid the
three fingers in and out smoothly but firmly. "Yeah, stud, it's gonna feel
real nice and tight against my dick"
By now Coach Williams' dick was just a blur beneath his jacking fist. For
Mike it was all an incredibly hot scene, having his coach watch him while
this mammoth of a stud finger fucked him silly. Those thick, marvelous
fingers were being shoved faster and harder deep into his hole. The
combination was fatter than some cocks he'd taken and he felt his sphincter
stretched with each shove forward of his future coach's hand. The feelings
flowed through the young athlete's body, up from his abused hole, past his
tightly reined balls, past his throbbing cock and into an amazing rush of
sexual energy that flowed to his head. It was too much.
"Fuck, sir. I'm about to blow." The swollen running back nuts began to
pump their football stud sperm.
"Yeah, kid." the college coach hissed in encouragement. "Give it up. Want
to see you shoot your big load. I wanna feel how tight your ass can get
when you blow your nut."
Mike White didn't even need to touch his cock. Everywhere, the player's
thick sperm began to spew. Mike had never had an orgasm so intense. The cum
arced high into the air before splattering to the cement floor with an
audible plop, then another wave of orgasmic contraction would surge through
the kid's cock and another jet of jism would shoot out. All of it was timed
by Pierson's steady rhythm of his ass-fucking fingers, which continued to
fuck the cum out of his young recruit.
When White started shooting, Coach Williams got down on his knees in front
of the running back and let the white hot cum shower over him. He too
couldn't take anymore and grabbed his painfully erect prick and started
shooting his seed over the cold floor.
When the two men's orgasms died down, Coach Williams stood up, grabbed a
towel from the hook on the wall and went to join the boys in the shower,
cum still dripping and clinging to the hairs on his burly chest.
*****
Hal, the burly contractor, had his hand on Larry Warren's muscular shoulder
as he showed him the control room for the sauna area.
"This room has all the controls for the steam area plus the filters for the
water," Hal explained. The space itself was tiny, about six feet by four
feet of free space, so Hal stood behind Larry as he described the plumbing
system in the room. All through his description, the halfback could feel
the older man's hands on his shoulder, gently patting his back, or draped
over his pecs. The athlete's cock was starting to harden and get tight in
the pouch of his jockstrap.
"This is where we fit the pipes." Hal pointed over to the corner of the
room where a number of the water pipes occupied a small area between two
boards. Just then, Larry could feel a hard, naked cock press against the
crevice between his ass cheeks.
"Looks like a tight space," Larry teased, "How did you get them in there?"
The cock rubbed up and down the athlete's asscrack as Larry's glutes
contracted around the length of the dick, trying to capture the moist head.
"We just shoved the pipe in there. Loosens up the more you work it," Hal
said, now whispering into Larry's ear as the full length of his body
pressed against the cool, clammy skin of the almost naked jock. He
positioned his cockhead at the kid's tight asshole and pushed on.
The young hunk grunted and moaned as the prick invaded his hole, slowly but
deeply. "Yeah, fuck me man," he whispered hoarsely as this stud began to
take his ass rough and raw.
Hal hissed between his teeth. He wanted to yell how fucking great that
warm, slick ass felt wrapped around his cock. Instead, he bit at Larry's
earlobe and grunted with each fuck thrust, "Yeah, kid, I knew you needed a
good hard fuck. Showing that ass off in that jockstrap of yours. Just
waiting for me to take out my big cock and fuck you senseless."
"Ahh, yeah, man, dick me good." Hal's burly arms wrapped around his torso
as inch after inch of cockmeat thrusted in and out of his hole. It felt
terrific. Only Larry still wore the jockstrap and felt his hardon confined
in his pouch.
"Ah yeah, bud, this ass feels too good. Gonna blow my nut. Gonna fucking
sperm your ass."
"Yeah, man, shoot it deep in my hole. Fuck me good."
Hal hosed his seed deep into the halfback's guts as the kid moaned in
delight. Abruptly he pulled his spent cock out, letting the cool air rush
into the now open hole. Thinking the fuck was over, Larry started to stand
upright when he felt the cock push back in.
"Fuck, stud, I didn't know you'd be up for seconds, but bell, it feels
great. Pound my fucking hole!"
"Shit, boy, this isn't seconds for me," the man behind him said. "I'm just
getting started." It wasn't Hal but the well-built black construction
worker who was now fucking his hole relentlessly. Larry looked back to
discover that a line had formed for his horny ass. He couldn't believe has
was going to get gang fucked by four of the hottest men. His rectal walls
contracted hard against the invading cock as he shot his sperm into the
stretched pouch of his strap.
******
Coach Pierson did need to tell his newest recruit what to do. When Mike
recovered his breath, he stood upright, letting the last drops of cum drip
off his cockhead, and turned around to face his future coach. His hardon
sprang up with renewed life as he looked at how hot this man was. He
reached forward and felt the hardness of the massive pec muscles beneath
the polo shirt and followed along the brickhard abs. Mike wondered how much
hair covered the coach's torso. He wondered
Finally the athlete's hands reached the crotch of coach's khaki pants. Down
the right leg lay a huge hardon. Big, long, and fat. Real fat. Mike
couldn't believe how huge this prick was, it was too unbelievable. He had
to have it, to own it as much as he could. Fuck, if he could die
worshipping this cock, he'd be happy.
With one hand he kneaded the hard fuckflesh straining the legs of the
trousers while with the other hand Mike unzipped the pants. Coach's arms
encircled Mike's built body while Mike reached into the crotch of his
pants. Mike could feel the hard chest press against his own. He yearned to
be rid of the fabric of the coach's shirt, the only thing that separated
their firm muscles and sensative nipples from each others'. He felt the
firm power of Coach's clasp. He felt the breath on his cheeks and the
stubble against his own. He felt Coach's raw lips touch his own. He felt
the warm slickness of Coach's powerful tongue as the two men met in a
feverish, fuck-hungry kiss. Mike fished deep down the pant leg with his
hand. That prick extended way down, and the tightness of the khakis against
Coach's meaty quads made grasping the girth of the cock difficult. Finally,
the running back managed to pull out a massive fuckstick: twelve inches
long and thick as a flashlight.
While the two kissed, Mike played with the huge piece of coach meat feeling
the steel hardness burn like a hot poker in his hand. Possessively, the
Coach cupped the firm, perfectly round asscheeks on his athlete and even
began to explore the puckered hole, still loosened and slick from the rough
finger fuck he'd given. This kid was definitely one of the hottest he'd
recruited in a while.
When Mike broke the kiss and looked down at the engorged fuck monster, he
gasped and moaned and his eyes widened in fear, but his own prick leaked
like a faucet. That prick had to be at least a foot long and was bigger
around than a baseball bat handle. It was bigger, even, than Coach
Williams' dick, or Tim Fitsgerald's. It was bigger than he could ever
imagine. And Mike was hotter than hell holding the big shaft in his hand.
He had to taste that dick. The athlete fell to his knees between Brian's
powerful legs and began to examine that beautiful, huge cock up
close. Gently, his tongue extended out and licked along the thick veins
that ran up the side of the meaty, hard shaft. The cockskin tasted salty
and tangy and bitter all at once. Mike loved hit. He began more eagerly
licking away at the big coach cock, lapping his tongue in wide, wet slaths
across the prick flesh.
With one hand, Mike reached into the coach's trousers and pulled out the
heavy, oversized nuts that dangled low from the powerful fuckrod. He wasted
no time licking the hairy ballsac and coaxing the fat testicles into his
warm jock mouth.
Coach moaned and put his palm firmly on the back of Mike's head, feeling
the tousled, soft hair as the kid tongue-washed his horny nuts good. "Fuck,
son, you know how to make a man feel real good. Looks like you can't wait
to eat my sperm," he laughed, guiding Mike's head up off his balls and onto
the length of his prick.
While the running back was licking away, Brian pulled the tails of his polo
shirt out of his pants and began to pull the shirt off. Mike looked up and
couldn't believe the sight. That perfectly massive body towered above him,
the chest naked in its full masculine glory and that perfectly massive cock
swinging side to side as Pierson continued pulling his shirt off.
Mike got a wave of horniness. He grabbed that big cock and began to wrap
his hot mouth around the wet, drooling tip. He immediately shoved four
inches into his mouth and felt he would gag it was so huge, but he didn't
care. He just had to suck that cock.
"Yeah, boy, suck your coach's cock. Fuck, it's big, isn't it, son? This
won't be high school league, any more. You'll be playing with the big boys
now. Sucking big, fat stud cock. "
The coach roughly grabbed Mike's hair and began a couple of hard fast face
fuck thrusts, pulling that warm mouth onto his erect prick.
"You ain't even takin' half of my cock. Fuck, boy, I know you can suck dick
better than that."
Still, no more than five inches of the man's shaft were buried inside the
football stud's mouth. Pierson changed his approach. He slowed his fuck
thrusts and slowly withdrew his cock until the tip rested just barely on
White's jock lips.
"What a fucking sight," he murmured, "Big tough high school jock on his
knees sucking his bigger tougher coach's cock.". Precum oozed from his
prick and all over Mark's square, powerful jaw. Mark moaned and his prick
spurted a gob of cockjuice onto the cement floor. The soft cockhead would
tease his eager lips, tracing the precum gently along the rim of Mike's
mouth.
Then, ever so slowly, Coach would guide the hard, searing hot dick back
into the athlete's mouth. Mike could now taste the salty-sweet precum at
the end of the thick coachmeat. Meanwhile, instead of pushing Mike's head
down on his invading cock, Coach used his powerful arms to hold Mike back,
keeping him from bobbing his head forward. The effect on Mike was
electric. He wanted that cock bad. Wanted to suck more of that shaft
down. And he wanted it now. Instead, that prick inched forward painfully
slow, leaving a trail of pre-fuck ooze dotted along his helpless tongue.
"Yeah, stud, open up for daddy," Coach ordered in a tone that was at once
authoritarian and gentle, coaxing. More and more prick meat eased its way
into Mike's oral cavity, over the back of the tongue and past the kid's
tonsils. He pushed in until the gullet constricted and gave new resistance,
then he paused for a moment and pulled out.
Again, the prickhead rested snugly in the crevice between the young hunk's
two lips. He let Mike catch his breath for a moment, then began the process
again, dragging the cock snot and the saliva with his dickhead deep into
the back of Mike's throat. Mike was desperately horny by now, he tried to
push forward with his head, while his hands tried to reach around the
coach's ass and pull his fuckstick further in. To no avail, Coach's power
was too great. Mike's own cock twitched in desperation, hard and wet again
even after coming so hard earlier. This man turned him on like he thought
no one ever could.
By now, that fat fuckstick had stretched the athlete's jaw, his throat and
the esophagus that wrapped snugly around the length and girth of the
shaft. Now he knew that he could pick up the pace and begin to face fuck
this stud like he needed to be. This was the coach's favorite part of
breaking in a new recruit: teaching the young stud how to deep throat a
real man's cock.
Faster and faster, Brian plugged away at that tight but hungry throat. It
was planted deep down Mike's gullet when the coach started to mutter
incomprehensibly.
"Aw, shit, bud, gotta feel...aw, christ... ungh...ungh... aw yeah... fuck!"
Mike froze as Brian's cock unleashed its flow. He could feel the steady
stream and Mike looked up at Brian's face in a mixture of fear and lust. He
could feel Brian's piss letting loose into his gut!
Brian looked down through his orgasmic haze and muttered. "Yeah, stud, you
think I'm pissing down your throat, don't ya? Fuck, that's my sperm you're
eating. You wanted it, didn't ya?"
Then he could feel it. The first spasm. The stream had turned into a series
of powerful, hot jets, as the cum went straight to Mike's stomach. Coach
just held onto Mike's thick shoulders as he hosed his thick cum deep into
his new player.
"Fuck, kid, you're terrific, you know that?" Coach said, looking down in
pride and lust as the running back continued sucking the hard shaft. "You
know your ass isn't leaving my hotel room tonight, don't ya?"
Mike just spat out the gargantuan cock and answered, "Yes sir."
(to be continued...)